The Golden Downtown
Chapter One Cormac Nolan hauled the wet timber up the bank, his boots slipping in the black mud of the bog road, the weight of the beam pressing a dull ache into his shoulders that felt older than the wood itself. He was forty-five, an archivist by trade, though the ledger of his father’s debts had made him a laborer before the sun fully cleared the terraced hills of Mayo. The estate stood...
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